pseudonym jones

Anyway — it’s nearly been 3 years. Have you yet taken the opportunity to read Snow White by Donald Barthelme? How much longer will you need? It is a relatively short book, though I admit it is as insufferably written as this the whole way though. But I do love it very genuinely nonetheless.

apparently I never posted this one on bsky. Not a surprise since I 100% made this for myself alone and I could not reasonably expect any internet stranger to truly understand.

(from 3/6/2023) Adapted from “Snow White” by Donald Barthelme, with love and apologies. Thank you for reading, assuming you bothered.

You are sitting there in your house on Neat Street, with your handsome wife and strapping sons, conceivably, and the gunmetal grey Equinox in the driveway And opinions passing back and forth, about whether the township should install a new stop sign or not, whether the children should become neoscolastic Thomists or not, whether the gutter needs a cleaning or not. A comfortable American scene.

But I am in your DMs, Mr. Quistgaard. Think what that means. It means that at any moment I can pierce your plenum with a keystroke. You are correct, Mr. Quistgaard, in seeing this as a threatening situation.

The moment I inject discourse from my u. of d. into your u. of d., the yourness of yours is diluted. The more I inject, the more you dilute. Soon you will be presiding over an empty plenum, or rather, since that is a contradiction in terms, over a former plenum, in terms of yourness.

You are, essentially, in my power. I suggest an unlisted number. Yours faithfully, FANLEE

DEAR MR QUISTGAARD: (2/2)

Fanlee sits on the floor of her bathroom, typing into her phone. Overlaid is the UI of a Twitter DM — she is writing to @jquistgaard, who lists his full name as Jon Quistgaard. His user photo is a dog in glasses. Fanlee writes: DEAR MR. QUISTGAARD Although you do not know me my name is Fanlee. I have seized your name at random from the swirling mists of the internet in an attempt to enmesh you in my concerns.

Fanlee lays on her back on the floor, continuing to type: You and I, Mr. Quistgaard, are not in the same universe of discourse. You may not have been aware of it previously, but the fact of the matter is, that we are not. We exist in different universes of discourse. Now it may have appeared to you, prior to your receipt of this communication, that the universe of discourse in which you existed, and puttered about, was in all ways adequate and satisfactory. It may never have crossed your mind to think that other universes of discourse distinct from your own existed, with people in them, discoursing.

Fanlee continues: You may have, in a commonsense way, regarded your own u. of d. as a plenum, filled to the brim with discourse. You may have felt that what already existed was a sufficiency. People like you often do. That is certainly one way of regarding it, if fat self-satisfied complacency is your aim.

But I say unto you, Mr. Quistgaard: even a plenum can leak. Even a plenum can be penetrated. New things can rush into your plenum displacing old things, things that were formerly there. Consider then your situation now.

DEAR MR QUISTGAARD: (1/2)

That means a lot to me! I really committed to doing alt text consistently with wiarg and I think it’s been really good training. It’s a challenge to design something to have no words and then,,, put it into words without crushing it

Spätzle and her mom as dancers, wearing smiling masks of their own faces

follow along at home

a comic. panel 1: spatzle, a duckling, peeks through a doorway. “Are you crying?” she says. panels 2-4: her mother, sitting mostly shrouded in darkness, wipes her eyes and says, “yes.” panel 5: Spätzle approaches her. She is tiny while her mother looms large, huddled in the darkened corner. “What’s wrong,” Spätzle asks. Her mother says, “everything.”

a comic. panel 1: Spätzle’s mother says from the shadows, “I wish I never met your father.” panel 2: “I wish I never left my parents.” panel 3: “I wish I never came to america.” panel 4: Spätzle site on the floor by her feet. “I’m happy you did those things. If you didn’t, I wouldn’t be here.” panel 6: from the darkness, Spätzle’s mother says, “go to bed.”

a comic. panel 1: Spätzle and Fanlee sit together. Fanlee is reading and Spätzle appears to have been drawing, but she’s distracted. panel 2: Spätzle says, “hey real quick can you tell me you like having me around”

10PM on a Wednesday

I can make gay little vent comics. I can make gay little comics with obnoxiously strained metaphors. I have free will and you can’t stop me

A few sketchy comic panels. Spätzle removes a smiling mask of herself, revealing she is crying underneath. A hand comes from out of frame and forces the mask back on. We see Spätzle’s mom from spätzle’s perspective, leaning over her with her arm outstretched. There is a close-up of her eyes glittering behind her own mask.

Been stewing on a spätzle’s mom comic, idk if I want to do more than this rn

they’ll be hearing from lawyers!!!!!!

always has been 🫠

🤞🥲

ha ha I want to see my daughter grow up please

drawings of emma as an old woman

daydreaming about getting old

A drawing of two cartoonish cherubs playing a flute and a harp. Text reads “if you ain’t got no haters you ain’t poppin’”

sorry but it’s true

they should make a kind of sleep that is restful

"TOY STORY II: a sequel to Toy Story" by splendidland. two bell shaped clay figures of warriors are standing.

i've made a new comic called "TOY STORY II: a sequel to Toy Story".

If I were making a wiarg game my immediate idea was basically Mooncat from UFO50

pixel drawings of worm-in-a-rock god crawling and jumping

sometimes a call is really dull and I don’t have my tablet nearby so I have to draw in Paint like the good ole days

a child’s drawing in marker on an easel. The drawing is of a blue bear with prominent eyebrows.

apparently I passed on the genetic memory of how to draw fanlee

taking this dare under advisement

a child’s drawing in marker on an easel. The drawing is of a blue bear with prominent eyebrows.

apparently I passed on the genetic memory of how to draw fanlee

damn girl you got more blocks than me

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this old comic came to mind yesterday.

A drawing of two cartoonish cherubs playing a flute and a harp. Text reads “if you ain’t got no haters you ain’t poppin’”

sorry but it’s true

“If you remember this” dude I was in my late 20s when this happened

no

worm-in-a-rock god in several poses

worm pinups

I know your game Clownbunny you can’t get me like this